With
all the attention to the tap dancing and the giddy melodies and the group choruses,
what's getting lost are the insidiously, almost deceptively somber messages.

"Nights
of the Living Dead," is your typical story of high school debauchery complete
with pass-out drunks, prostitutes, guns and death sung by a group of kids that
aren't kids anymore, but haven't forgotten what it's like to be in high school
in an America chock full o' boredom and tragedy, where the mantra is "I want
to fuck it up."

"You
and I Misbehaving" feels like teenagers struggling with growing old. Actually,
all these songs sound like kids struggling -- with growing up, with "love,"
with themselves, told in a way that will relate to anyone who remembers high school
and being stuck outside looking for others who are stuck outside. Add to that
a sense of defiance that goes with being this generation's Holden Caulfield.

Funny
how all that is getting lost in the novelty that's inherent to a band that touts
a tap dancer, because no matter how sonically effectively she is, she's still
wearing tap shoes and that's where the spotlight shines even though it doesn't
haven't anything to do with songs' messages.

Everyone
wonders if Tilly is a one-shot deal. It would be a shame if that were the case,
because once you get past the gimmicks, the cute girls and the teen idol following,
you notice the songwriting, which is tuneful, honest and real. They may declare
their manifesto in the closing song, but Tilly hasn't even begun to fight.